My long hair it blows, in the industrial breeze.
My fingernails grow, down to my knees.
The light that`s beside me, is just laves of beans.
All that I know, is not what it seems.
Cause I`ve tried moving out,
But I`m tied to this floor.
It`s just like before.
It`s the red of the world, that you see with your eyes.
You say that you`re happy, when you`re wanting to die.
Oh well, it`s just like before.
Oh well, it runs in your veins.
Just like before.
It keeps it the same.
Cause I`ve tried moving out,
But I`m tied to this floor.
It`s just like before.
Well, the sun`s in the sky, it swings and it sways.
But it don`t shine on Tuesdays, and it`s cloudy all day.
It`s just like before.
Oh, when it runs in your veins.
It`s just like before.
Nothing will change.
Cause I`ve tried moving out,
But I`m tied to this floor.
It`s just like before.